1Cademy - بخش ۲۰ - صحبت دوم با پیر صاحب تمکین و روشن شدن چشم مرید به نور عین الیقین / Section 20 - The Second Conversation with the Master of Firmness and the Disciples Eye Becoming Illuminated by the Light of the Certainty of Sight

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بخش ۲۰ - صحبت دوم با پیر صاحب تمکین و روشن شدن چشم مرید به نور عین الیقین / Section 20 - The Second Conversation with the Master of Firmness and the Disciple's Eye Becoming Illuminated by the Light of the Certainty of Sight

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صبح که بر حاشیه این چمن
زد علم نور فشان نسترن

ریخت ازین گلشن فیروزه فام
شاخ شکوفه ورق سیم خام

باد سحر خیز گل افشان رسید
رخت سلوکم به گلستان کشید

جلوه گهی یافتم آراسته
سوی به سو جلوه گران خاسته

بلکه یکی صومعه و بسته صف
اهل صفا گرد وی از هر طرف

سبزه مصلا ز گیا ساخته
گرد به گرد چمن انداخته

سبز لباسان به خشوع تمام
کرده به بالای مصلا قیام

مرغ چمن زمزمه ساز همه
کرده ادا ورد نماز همه

جسته چنار اشرف اوقات را
دست برآورده مناجات را

او به مناجات چو تلقین شده
بیشتر یاسمین آمین شده

گل که به تجرید بود رهنمون
نقد خود آورده ز خرقه برون

غنچه به تعلیم طریق ادب
از سخن و خنده فرو بسته لب

کرده بنفشه چو مراقب نشست
با قد خم داده سرافکنده پست

نرگس اکمه که همه دیده بود
گفت چو دیدش نه پسندیده بود

دیده جهان بین نشود جز به دوست
کور بود هر که نه بینا به اوست

مکحله لاله شده سرمه سای
میل زمرد به درون داده جای

یا به میانش الفی کرده راه
گشته پی نفی سوی لااله

قمری و بلبل زده راه سماع
مستمعان کرده به وجد اجتماع

بر دف گل برگ جلاجل شده
شاخ ز رقت متمایل شده

من به چنین وقت پر از یاد پیر
جان و دلی شاد به ارشاد پیر

آتش شوقش ز درون شعله کش
برده ز من صبر و سکون شعله وش

گرد چمن طوف کنان می شدم
جامه دران نعره زنان می شدم

روی نمود آدمیی با جمال
هست نه و نیست نه همچون خیال

چشم گشادم به تأمل که کیست
وآمدنش سوی چمن بهر چست

در دلم افتاد که پیر من است
صیقل مرآت ضمیر من است

پرده دوری چو شد از پیش دور
دیدمش آن موج فشان بحر نور

پیش دویدم که سلام علیک
روحی و نفسی و فؤادی لدیک

گفت جوابی که چو آب حیات
داد ز اندیشه مرگم نجات

از لمعات رخ و نور جبین
چشم مرا ساخت چو دل تیزبین

شد مدد نور نظر نور دل
گشت بصیرت به بصر متصل

آنچه دل از پیش بدانسته بود
پیش بصر جمله هویدا نمود

دید که عالم ز سمک تا سما
نیست بجز واجب ممکن نما

هستی واجب یکی آمد به ذات
هست تعدد ز شئون و صفات

کثرت صورت ز صفات است و بس
اصل همه وحدت ذات است و بس

بحر یکی موج هزاران هزار
روی یکی آینه ها بی شمار

دیده چو شد بهره ور اینسان ز پیر
گفتمش ای خواجه روشن ضمیر

دیده ز یمن نظرت یافتم
وز همه با یمن ترت یافتم

آنچه مرا زابر نوالت رسید
سبزه ز باران بهاری ندید

وانچه ز مهرت به دل و دیده تافت
ذره ز خورشید درخشان نیافت

مدح تو نی حوصله چون منیست
منقبت جان نه حد هر تنیست

گفت که جامی تو کجایی هنوز
باش که تا صبح تو آید به روز

راه سلوک تو به پایان رسد
دانش و دید تو به وجدان رسد

فارغ ازین چشم و دل و جان شوی
هر چه بدیدی به یقین آن شوی

English translation

In the morning, when on the border of this meadow, The light-scattering eglantine raised its banner, There fell from this turquoise-colored garden, The blossoming branch, leaves of raw silver. The early-rising, flower-scattering wind arrived, And drew my baggage of spiritual journeying to the rose garden. I found an adorned place of manifestation, Where manifestors arose on every side; Nay, rather a monastery with lines of prayer drawn, With the people of purity surrounding it from every side. The grass had made a prayer mat out of greenery, Cast all around the meadow. Those dressed in green, with complete humility, Stood upright upon the prayer mat. The bird of the meadow was the melody-maker for all, Performing the prayer litany of everyone. The plane tree sought the most noble of times, Raising its hands in supplication. As it was prompted in its supplication, Most of the jasmine flowers said 'Amen.' The rose, which leads the way to detachment, Brought its cash out of its dervish cloak. The bud, in learning the path of politeness, Closed its lips from speech and laughter. The violet sat as if in meditation, With a bent stature, head cast down low. The blind narcissus, which was entirely eyes, Said when it saw him—it was not pleased: 'The world-seeing eye does not see except by the Friend; Blind is anyone who is not seeing through Him.' The kohl-pot of the tulip became kohl-rubbing, Giving place to an emerald needle inside, Or an Alif made its way into its middle, Turning for the sake of negation towards 'La Ilaha' (There is no god). The turtledove and the nightingale struck the tune of Sama (ecstatic hearing), And the listeners gathered in ecstasy. Bells appeared on the tambourine of the rose petal; The branch inclined out of tenderness. At such a time, I was filled with the memory of the Master, My soul and heart rejoiced by the guidance of the Master. The fire of his yearning blazed from within me, Taking away my patience and rest like a flame. I went circumambulating the meadow, Tearing my clothes and shouting. A beautiful human being appeared, Who was neither 'is' nor 'is not', just like a phantom. I opened my eyes in contemplation to see who it was, And why he had come to the meadow. It fell into my heart that he is my Master, The polisher of the mirror of my mind. When the veil of distance was removed, I saw him, that wave-scattering ocean of light. I ran forward: 'Peace be upon you! My spirit, my soul, and my heart are with you.' He gave an answer that, like the water of life, Delivered me from the fear of death. From the gleams of his face and the light of his forehead, He made my eyes sharp-sighted like my heart. The light of the heart became an aid to the light of vision; Insight (basirat) became connected to sight (basar). What the heart had known beforehand, It made entirely manifest before the eyes. It saw that the universe, from the fish to the sky, Is nothing but the Necessary Being displaying Himself as possible existence. The existence of the Necessary is one in essence; Multiplicity is from modes and attributes. Multiplicity of form is only from attributes; The origin of all is only the unity of essence. The ocean is one, the waves hundreds of thousands; The face is one, the mirrors countless. When the eye was thus benefited by the Master, I said to him, 'O light-minded Master,' 'I found my sight from the blessing of your look, And found you the most auspicious of all.' 'What reached me from the cloud of your bounty, The grass never saw from spring rain.' 'And what shone into my heart and eyes from your love, A mote never found from the shining sun.' 'Praising you is not within the capacity of someone like me; The eulogy of the soul is not within the limit of every body.' He said, 'Jami, where are you still? Wait until your morning turns into day,' 'So that your path of spiritual journeying reaches its end, And your knowledge and vision reach finding (experiential realization),' 'And you become free from this eye, heart, and soul; Whatever you saw, you will certainly become that.'

Updated 2026-07-18

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